Meanwhile, at the Vinton family estate.
Isabella Lancaster and Anna Vinton were locked away. Their phones had been confiscated, the internet was cut, and their only contact with the outside world was the three meals delivered like clockwork each day.
Anna felt like she was losing her mind.
But Isabella was always one step ahead. Before arriving in the United Realmon States, she had made her preparations.
They had taken her primary phone, but she had kept a hidden one tucked away.
After ending a hushed phone call, she lowered the device.
She gripped the phone tight, a dark, calculating glint in her eyes.
A long moment passed before a venomous smile twisted her lips. She crept over to the heavy wooden door and rapped her knuckles against it.
"Anna! Anna!"
Though they were locked in separate rooms, the walls were thin enough that raising her voice carried the sound straight into the adjacent suite.
But throughout their confinement, Anna had been stewing in her fury.
Anna was convinced that everything she was suffering was entirely Isabella's fault.
She had zero desire to entertain the woman.
Up until now, she had completely ignored Isabella's existence.
Even hearing her name being called out right now, Anna had no intention of responding.
Usually, Isabella would try a couple of times, realize she was being ignored, and give up. But this time, she was relentless, calling her name over and over.
It grated on Anna's last nerve.
Snatching a heavy lamp off the desk, Anna hurled it at the locked door, the loud crash echoing through the quiet hallway.
"Isabella, are you a psycho? What the hell are you screaming for?" Anna snapped, her voice dripping with venom.
Isabella's voice filtered through the wood, weak and laced with a pathetic, choked- up sob. "Anna, I... I just wanted to tell you... I just got word that Mr. White was in a terrible accident. He's in the ER right now..."
Anna's tone grew even more irritated. "What the hell does that have to do with me? Why are you telling me this?"
That Mr. White was always so insufferably arrogant, acting like he was above everyone and refusing to give anyone the time of day.
Yet, the second Serena was around, the man acted like a lapdog begging for treats.
Anna didn't have a single ounce of sympathy for the old man!
"How does this not concern you?" Isabella cried out, sounding perfectly distressed Holden's surgery is _sched
for a few days from now If Mr. White is severely injured, even if he survives the ER, there's no way he can hold a scalpel. What's going to happen to Holden's surgery?"
Anna's hostile expression froze, her brows instantly knitting together in a tight frown.
"If Grandpa doesn't have the surgery, how am I supposed to find an excuse to leave this place?"
Her entire plan banked on begging Douglas to let her accompany her grandfather to the hospital on the day of the operation.
Once she was there, she would have her excuse to officially end this miserable lockdown.
But now... if her grandfather didn't have the surgery, what was she supposed to do?
Was she really going to rot in this room until they finally remembered she existed?
It had only been two days, and she was already suffocating.
If they kept her locked up any longer, she was going to lose her mind!
Anna gritted her teeth. "Isn't that the most exclusive, top-tier medical center in the United Realmon States? Their equipment and staff are supposed to be lightyears ahead of everyone else! If Mr. White can't operate, they can just find another expert!"
Isabella let out a heavy sigh, her
voice trembling as if she were on the
verge of tears. "That's exactly the
problem. I heard that Selena.
insisted the surgery stay on
schedule. She's going to operate on
Hofden herself, and she claims she's
finding someone to replace Mr.
White's position on the team..."
"She's doing the surgery? Is she out of her mind?" Anna shrieked. "That's open
surgery! Does she want to kill Grandpa?"